Isha
After breakfast of some delicious omelets, and Mic’s glares at Ford all through breakfast, Ford took me out back to the pool. It was hot. It was only ten a.m. and I obviously forgot how hot it can get in Vegas. Even the slight breeze was too warm.
“Thought we could cool off in the pool,” Ford said.
“What about the others?”
“They have work to do, I don’t, and I was given the order to make sure I keep you entertained. I think they’re afraid if you get bored you’ll leave.”
“You’re not afraid of that?” I asked, teasingly, dipping a toe in the pool and humming. It was not too cold, it was actually really nice.
“Nah, I’d just chase after you and bring you back,” he chuckled.
“Would you? You seem like a pretty easy-going guy. Out of the four of you, I feel you’re just in thi
